Picketing the dogs, feeding them, providing for them took a while, but the six from Spearfish Lake, along with volunteers from Nome, made short work o...f it. Some of the dogs were more interested in sleeping than eating, and had to be roused to their hot food. The race had taken a lot out of the dogs, but there would be months before they'd race again; though they'd still get exercised there would be plenty of time to build them back up.With Josh and Tiffany a little groggy from the letdown, the. Too scared to turn and face my tormentor I let out a bloodcurdling scream, again I thrash around almost freeing myself only to be confronted face to face with one of the ugliest creatures I could ever have imagined! I close my eyes praying that I will awaken in my warm comfy bed. My prayers go unheard and as I open my eyes again I find myself surrounded by a number of strange otherworldly creatures who all appear to have their attention set on me. I feel a strong grip encase my skull as I am. Please.” She begged while putting her palms together as if praying to him.“I know you won’t, and I won’t report you, but I want something in return.”“I don’t have money on me now, but I can get some.” she insisted almost pathetically. Mr. Hoffman just looked at her like a hungry leopard stalking an antelope in the African Sahara. He woke up and walked around her, slowly closing the door.“I want something that you have, something that’s more valuable than money.” He slowly went behind her, laid. I ignored my reaction and focused on him. He glance back at me almost looking nervous, and gestured for me to follow him into his office. "Wait here." He said before walking away. I could hear him speaking to the girls. He was trying to compromise with them, telling them that they had to get back to work in order to keep the music playing. He even let them turn it up as loud as they wanted. That didn't seem like him. He was usually stricter with us at work. If anything, I assumed he'd ask them.